A response to Emily

You had the right idea Ms Dickinson,
to love and pine
from afar
Away from society's close speculation
and
over inundation
that would rather
keep you in their jar.

Ms. Dickinson,
you write so often
of the rise
and fall of love
But should it so alter
I wonder
when we do falter
or can it not
boost us up and above

Oh my dear Ms. Dickinson,
your era
reminds me
when man was a gent
even after
woman's relent
and loved her
for endlessly

You had the right idea Ms. Dickinson,
to flee society
to live in perfect peace
to not let them in
All over
again
and to let their rumors
eventually cease

Agoraphobia

Some days it’s all I can do not to run back to my house,
To lock all the doors,
To keep the world out and my self safe.

I like interacting with people
To a point
I like visiting and chatting

I just don’t feel safe
Unless I am here
Locked in with the world locked out

Or with a close friend
That will protect me
From all the evil unseen imagined terrors

I used to be so confident
I knew I was safe
Until safety was taken from me

I fight this feeling
With everything I’ve got
I do not want to be it’s victim

The Words

I don't write the poetry
It speaks the words itself
I think of all the verses lost
Because I put them on the shelf

Everyday comes a new line
A thought which needs explored
I often sit and wonder
Do they come because I'm bored

The Seduction of Perdition

How sneaky and underhanded
The shallow beast;
Pity the damsel that follows

It illusions a world of
Laughter and riches;
And leaves her wandering the hallows

It influences the heart and
Bewilders the mind;
The lady falls for her beast

The demon subtly shifts
It's heart to black;
The damsel suspecting the least

The lies unfold and the beast
Is caught;
His maiden now on fire

With pacified words he calms
Her heart;
She wonders if he's a liar

His dance resumes with
An easy beat;
The lady's heart is calm

The repulsive beast
Raises the heat;
His maiden now in his palm

The devil captures and
Twists the mind;
The damsel feels her will break

Excitement and evil course through
His veins;
The lady's soul he shall take

Heed my warning or
You will be next;
A damsel doomed to his dance

Open your eyes to the
Evil surrounds;
To break free your only chance

Grieving*

Hiding in my room tonight
Crying
Like I'm a child
Praying for light

Flashes of red
Screaming
Like I'm insane
Hitting the bed

Ignoring what happened
Denying
Like I can't see
My spirit dampened

Offering a deal
Begging
Like a pauper
Yearning to heal

Trying to give blame
Wondering
Like it's my fault
Ending the game

Life moving on
Accepting
Like I give up
Knowing you're gone


*when my Mom passed away (12 years ago this month) we had a very nice chaplain come to the room and explain the grieving process to us. There are 5 accepted stages to grieving (I consider it to be 6 when you add depression/sadness into the mix), in no particular order: Anger, guilt, denial, bargaining, and acceptance.

Moving On

You walked out the door
I fell to the floor
I cried for you on my knees

Time to move on
Time to get strong
Time to look out for me

You beat me down
You made me frown
You broke every thread in my heart

Time to move on
Time to get strong
Time to look out for me

Go hide in her arms

Go hide in her arms
because you feel bad
about what you did to me
Go hide in her arms
because you don't want
to face reality
Go hide in her arms
so you can forget
how you felt
Go hide in her arms
to forget the hand
that you dealt
Go hide in her arms
because she makes
you feel all right
Go hide in her arms
but she can only
ease your night